[V thinks the implants are invasive, a sorry truth of a world becoming too fixated on being connected, always submersed in quick-access data and immediate gratification. He's sure it makes certain tasks easier, officially putting analog in the grave, but there are risks involved with being perpetually "plugged in" -- he's read enough books to list at least ten different realities where this only ends badly.

But this is the sentiment of a man still a little sore about the changes done to his fragile body. Someone who prefers the spine of a book pressed into his palm, rather than the interactive HUD of an unfathomably large, digitally connected web.]

Not really. [At least he's honest, a dull-toned delivery that doesn't betray how worrisome that actually is.] But I found a small amount of hope... just before I was abducted and brought here, presumably. Fate must be having a laugh.

[Nothing can be easy.]

What of yourself? Your world?